Death Life Judgement Day

By Anonymous

I Somtimes after Salaat sit back and wonder,

when the angel blows the trumphet will it sound like thunder,

what would it look like when the moon splits and the clouds are torn asunder?,

with my fore finger on my temple and thumb on my chin,middle,ring and pinky finger clenched tight i st back and start to ponder,

of how its told, doesent matter if your young or old,mothers forgetting and leaving their babies and pregnant women droping their load

when the heavens are to be rolled, like a scroll,your deeds opened up to you to be told

we played in the game of life, we rolled the dice,once your dead theirs no comming back twice,some believed and waited for the return of Christ

some are steeped in darkness yet they walk in the light,waiting for a bright day in the middle of the night

We must teach the sons and daughters, about the war slaughters, about shaton crossing the mind borders,

about the signs that Allah taught and the prophets brought us, in hells ways dont get caught up, from the grave your soul it will be brought up

judgement your deeds will be brought up

our souls walk this earth alone like a drifter,beware of the shape shifters,dont be one of shatons listeners,

you best believe that shaton always whispers[using large font size is not allowed]

and dont ever think that death will miss us

when death does his drive by one day he’ll hit us

on heavens list, will Allah enlist us

why is it the wrog people lead and some of us we follow

leaving our souls for that evil one to borrow

running back and forth like a bull and shatons the matador “TARRO! TARRO!”

then we get periced with that deadly death arrow

while our hearts are hollow

spiritual war is to follow

doctors shock that heart in your chest

when he comes nothing stops death

the final rest,

your soul is traveling while bodys holding its breath,

tell me could the dead be watching us wondering whos next

to have a tombstone for his or her crest

its more never less, at times i feel stressed

feeling like im cursed and not blessed

im off of cloud 9 and still depressed

life is a test

multiple choices alot of answers i guessed

nights in my bed i toss and i turn

thought of will i go to heaven or be amongst those who will burn

will i die at peace or violently fighting death when its my turn

knowing i wont return, from him we come and to Him we will return,

yes we’ll all get our turn

I sit back after salaat a start checking

I realize that this life is a blessing

over nothing im stressing

a premature mind im letting Islam give a C-Section

using my heart and brain and Quran against shaton as my weapon

lookin for life lesson

Muhammads life and the Quran kills shaton faster than a Smith and Wesson

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